Waiting
with sweaty palms
for Hell to call my number.
Id run'
but it wouldnt be hard to find me.
Follow the slug trails,
and there ill be;
like a cat hiding in the rain.
so ill wait
and waste time,
and pretend all of this is worth something.
Lift your glass above your heart,
here's to waiting
through one more year.
1/1/07
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